by Denene Brox
|Crowds gather around the Duomo in Florence, Italy|
My plan was to spend three weeks living like a local in Florence. I wanted to have some structure in my itinerary so I enrolled in an intensive language course at Koine Center. I rented a one-bedroom apartment on my own and for the first time in my life I lived alone.
I knew that I would meet fellow travelers in my Italian class at Koine and I did. My class had three other students, one of which was from America who was about my age. We hit it off immediately. After class we hung out, ate lunch in sidewalk cafes and had fun flirting with Italian men who stopped us to chat in the Piazza Della Signoria.
|The Duomo, located in the centro storico (historic centre), is the main focal point in Florence|
I stretched my network outside of the school when I met a Florentine man who spoke no English and we relied on my limited Italian to communicate. He complained about the cost of living in Florence. He gave me a glimpse inside life in Florence that no guide book would offer. He told me about his work as a language translator (French and Spanish). Somehow we managed to communicate about religion and his unbelief while visiting a church. I was glad to be a solo traveler so that I could experience the local people on my own terms without the hindrance of another person’s agenda.
Some days, only my new life in Florence kept me company. I was consumed by the tasks of everyday life â€“ grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry and watching TV. When I felt homesick I walked to the international call center to call home. Then I walked back to my apartment stopping for gelato along the way.
I met other locals including a 62-year-old Italian gentleman who spoke a little English and a lot of sweet talk. I indulged him in conversation but not in advances.
I am not a believer in chance encounters. Every path that I crossed in Florence taught me a lesson to carry with me on my own journey. There is nothing better than solo travel â€“ it opens you up to meet people along the way. Although I was alone in Florence, I was rarely lonely. And when I was lonely, it was because I chose to be and that choice is a beautiful thing.
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